This Heart Is Burning

The night was like ink, and the neon lights of Jiangcheng shone brightly. On the rooftop, the cold wind blew through her hanging hair. The agreement between Shen Zhiyi's fingers slowly fell, falling into the bottomless darkness. She looked down at the city below her feet, the crowds of people seemed to have nothing to do with her. ——Three years ago, she thought this marriage was salvation. Even if it was just a transaction, there might be warmth. ——Three years later, she discovered that she had never really existed in his heart. "Shen Zhiyi, we're done." His voice was as cold as the night wind, without sadness or joy. She raised her eyes, and her black and white eyes were calm, just like the wound he left on her heart. She finally understood that if you love too much, you will only lose completely. So, this time, she no longer hesitated. But she couldn't see the clenched fists of the man behind her and the hidden pain in his eyes after she left.